The holidays are over and it’s time to return to the gym so I was going through my gym bag in search of a swim cap.  The cap wasn’t in the bag, but something else was — a collection of millet seed from the bird feeder outside my bedroom, and small bits of cat food stolen from the cat feeding station in the laundry room at the other end of the house.

I had noticed the cats kept peering into the gym bag, but I thought it was because they wanted to climb in.  It seems there was more to the interest.

I don’t think it’s a mouse, because the cat food kibbles are pretty large.  So it may be a squirrel and now I need to figure out how it is getting into my house.

I find this very funny if somewhat annoying.  I’m betting there is a vent on the roof that hasn’t been sufficiently sealed and if offering the secret passage into a wonderful world of food and warmth.

If New Mexico wasn’t one of those places where the plague endures I wouldn’t care, but squirrels mean fleas and fleas means plague.

Hmmm, maybe I better check my lymph nodes.  Just kidding.